Alex Garr

The Kiss - Poem by Alex Garr

Leaning in, sweat glistening
On the brow. Lips caressing,
Softly, sweetly. The taste
Of mint and anxiety.

Lips pressing firmly together,
Tenderly at first,
Aggressively later.
Moist and filled with eager novelty.

A stirring in his stomach,
A tugging deep within him.
Trying to pull away but lips
Are stuck, glued.
Her throat flexes,

His eyes grow wide.
His skin appearing like
Curdled milk. No color
Left in his body
But for red lips
And deep, brown eyes.

Lips break apart,
Her eyes filled with
His eyes filled with
With her face flushed and full of life,
She is gone within
Two heartbeats, like
Fog in the morning sun,
Never looking back.

He is left alone,
Living forever alone
In a black haze
Of sorrow and despair.

He plods across
The bare and barren Earth
Always looking,
But never finding.
Though never receiving.
The Tantalus of today.

Constantly seeking
The girl who took his
Soul and his life,
What made him, him,
That night she left
Without turning back.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 2, 2012

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